When the Creative God, And mayhap Mother Nature, Began to shape the animals That populate the Earth, They found extremes on either end Of what would please the likes of man.

For charm, let us investigateThe lovely Bower-bird.Black and silky, bright of eyeSo sleek, with looks to please.It has, besides, a charming wayFor boy and girl to meet.The boy will build a bower-houseWith fancy decoration.All designed to please the eyeOf any passing lady.Arranging buttons, shells or bloomsIn varied thoughtful patterns, The lady looks and chooses oneThat finally meets her fancy.Now she is his and they are we, and baby birds will follow.Creative God and Mother NatureTogether told this tale.

The spectrum at the other endHarbors the naked mole-rat.Alive in tunnels undergroundThey're blind and hairless things.No one is charmed by teeth so longOr claws, or pink rough skin.They spend their days grooming their QueenAnd feeding her, for strengthThey eat her waste and lick her skin, Devotion at great length! But ugliness precludes much loveAnd humans can't relate.

Creations powers are immenseThey cover every facet.From high to low, from dull to brightThe creatures keep appearing.'Oh look at that! ' 'Oh look at this! 'Ideas never ending.To judge is not a human's placeGod's work is without flaw, From earth up into outer spaceWe stand, perplexed. In awe.